I've been working on this for some time now, and after a small setback (namely the accidental total deletion of the document on my computer), I've completed the first parts of it. Since Kavar seems to be a character that doesn't have much history, he is the focus of the fanfic - it takes place during Kavar's time as a Jedi Padawan (an undetermined time before the first KotOR).
EDIT: Now a "determined time", around 3983-3963 BBY, after the Sith War and before the start of the Mandalorian Wars. I also did some minor changes to the headings, to differentiate between the present time and flashbacks.
I haven't done anything fanfic-wise for quite a while, so..... constructive criticism, as it is called, is always welcome.
City of Bestine
Approx 1100 Hrs.
Tatooine was hot every day, no matter what the season, but today it felt as if flames were continually curling up off of the sands. In all fairness to the twin suns that had lit up the desert planet for millenia, the feeling probably was not so much due to them as it was to the impatience of the Republic soldiers, who had been waiting on the desert sands for more than an hour.
There was no question that he would attack. In fact, the assault should be starting just about now, according to Republic intel. After having to stand in the heat, anxiously waiting for a battle, Kavar was at least glad for the sure knowledge that the battle would
Now he just had to wait.
Kavar glanced out over the city of Bestine, wishing that he were somewhere nestled in those air-conditioned towers and dusty structures that filled the Tatooine capital. And yet, he reasoned, those would be the most heavily hit areas..... it was probably safer in the outskirts with the gun emplacements.
He was standing near one of the Republic trenches. The area around him was filled with red and gold soldiers, some of who were tending to the large AA guns and turrets that Kavar desperately hoped would work in the heat. For most of the outlying encampments that surrounded the city of Bestine, the heavy guns were their only real defense.
Every one of them knew that the Sith outnumbered them vastly, but they hoped to take out enough Sith crawlers and/or ground troops until the Republic fleet arrived. Or, was rumored to arrive.
It seemed to him that the only real worry they had was-
"Dropships! Comin' down hard!" Kavar flinched and stared up into the sky, not even attempting to mask his fear from the red and gold-colored soldiers standing around him. The Sith ships were
coming down hard, extremely hard. For the enemy, this was the most crucial time - they had to make it down amongst the blasterfire that was already erupting from the few anti-aircraft guns around him.
Kavar glanced back at Bestine, hoping that the Tatooine militia was really as skilled as they boasted they were; otherwise, a lot more ships would make it to the ground than they had planned for. Thankfully, they seemed to be. Kavar flinched as one of the carriers exploded in the sky, thanks to a well-placed shot from one of the city's AA batteries.
The Republic troops started sprinting, diving into the bunkers and temporary fortifications that had been erected only hours before. Kavar quickly followed suit, eager not to be a target for one of the landing ship's gunners.
An RPG hit nearby one of the walls, and Kavar nearly fell as the explosion shook the ground. He staggered to his feet and looked up, feeling himself grow even more fearful by the minute. A dropship was nearing the ground, spewing fire out of the twin-barreled cannons that dotted the frame.
The Republic troops returned fire in equal quantity, and Kavar saw several of the advancing shocktroopers fall as soon as they hit the ground. But the ship wasn't the only one. More explosions filled the air, and, as the smoke cleared, Kavar realized that several more transports had already passed the danger zone. Even as he looked they were releasing their loads of troopers onto the dunes that surrounded the Republic forces.
Kavar felt his body tense with a sudden feeling of danger from the Force, and he instinctively tried to shield himself. Small and simple as his Force barrier was, it was enough to deflect the advancing shockwave. Shouts came from behind him, and he gasped as a body slammed into him from behind.
The soldier picked himself up off of Kavar, and he felt a sudden horror as he realized that they were in range of Sith heavy weaponry. And if the main Republic turbolasers were occupied with the advancing Sith troops, that meant that many more ships would make it to the ground....
That wasn't the only danger. Sith crawlers were already moving across the ridge, into the valley that held Bestine. Just as Republic intel had warned them; they were going to surround them.... block them in, and decimate the city before the Republic fleet arrived.
The nearby soldier looked at him, panting with exhaustion. "Come on, sir, no time , you've got to fight. We can't hold this position much longer."
There was, after all, a battle going on. Not time to sit and swim in one's fears. Feeling the hair raise up on the back of his neck as a blaster bolt grazed the sand nearby shocked Kavar into action, and he ignited his blue lightsaber.
("Sir"? he thought to himself. He's calling a padawan "sir"? )
He leapt over the barricade that separated the two armies, and was instantly thrust into a swarm of blaster fire. Frantically batting most of the barrage away, he rolled to the side, jumping up and slicing his lightsaber through the body of a Sith soldier that had gotten a little too close to the wall.
His own men were still pouring blasterfire from over the wall, and some of the blaster turrets were still operational, but there were too many. Even Kavar could see this. The Sith crawlers were closer now, their treads churning up sand as their heavy blaster cannons opened up on the outlying outposts. He sincerely hoped that the troops in the city were holding the line; a retreat through enemy fire would not be pleasant.
He felt that same rush of fear come over him, and he shook his head. Come on, he told himself, you're better than this. But he still felt the courage leaving him.
Another Sith took aim at him, and he deflected the bolt right back into the trooper's black-tinted visor of his helmet. Feeling danger from his left, he spun and yanked the raised gun out of another shocktrooper's hand with the Force moments before he pulled the trigger. His blue blade swept up, and the Sith dropped to the ground, headless.
A shout came across the barricade. "Push them back!"
was why they were here, to hold the Sith back. Just until the fleet arrives.... whenever that was.
Trying to redirect as many of the blasts coming at him toward the advancing troops as possible, Kavar saw several fall. He felt slightly encouraged as several other Republic soldiers took down a few as well, bringing their heavy anti-infantry turrets to bear.
Many of the tan and brown shocktroopers were already taking cover. They had finally stopped the momentum of the attackers, but Kavar realized with a jolt that it wouldn't last. The crawlers were even closer now, even larger than they had first appeared. He started shaking with fear as even more ground troops rushed out of the crawler's orifices.
The ground erupted close to him and he felt himself hit the ground, hard. One of the crawlers had gotten in range, and was starting to target their defenses. Kaver picked himself up and hastily retreated, hoping to keep out of the line of fire for the crawler's gunners. His men joined him in his retreat back to the larger, heavier barricades set in place - at least, a few of them. Many more already lay in the sand, their blood turning the gold into an even darker red.
It was hopeless. A half-erected wall of durasteel and stone would shatter like glass from one hit of a Sith crawler. Even if they could withstand the beating, the Sith would merely drive the large vehicles right over the top. If the Dark Lord of the Sith couldn't capture it, he would simply raze it to the ground.
"Fall back!" he shouted at the troops, who were already doing so. Thankfully, the gunners on the city's walls were laying down cover fire for their retreat back into the city, but even they were susceptible to Sith guns. They had to hurry, otherwise the space between Bestine and the Republic camps would become a slaughter zone.
Another blast from a crawler hit the large control center in the center of the Republic stockade, and it came crashing the ground. With the aid of the Force, Kavar was able to protect himself from most of the shrapnel that came hurtling outward, but others would not be so lucky - Kavar noticed several soldiers directly in the line of shrapnel.
Using all of his power, he threw out a barrier with the Force, feeling the strain as shards of steel and large duracrete blocks slammed into the barrier. The flying debris started to lessen, and Kavar could feel the force of the explosion weakening.... then his Force senses went wild.
He turned his head, feeling Force-compelled warnings pulse through his body. The front of a Sith berserker squad had broken through the wall, and one of the black-suited troopers had dropped to his knees. As Kavar continued to try and stop the shockwave, now advancing as if in slow-motion, he pulled out a Golan Arms' grenade launcher, mounted it on his shoulder, and fired it directly at Kavar.
Forgetting his lightsaber, forgetting his Force abilities, even forgetting the men still kept safe by the Force barrier, he threw himself to the ground. As the grenade passed mere feet above him, he threw up his arms in an attempt to shield himself from the blaster bolt that he thought was sure to follow.
But as the shocktrooper advanced, drawing his blaster pistol and pointing it at Kavar, he staggered. He could do nothing but stare as a gaping hole appeared in his chest, and the Sith dropped to the ground.
Kavar rolled over, suddenly remembering why he had been trying to maintain his Force barrier; and finally, he found the men he had been trying to save. They were on the ground, their bodies crushed ripped to shreds by the debris that had been flung outward by the explosion.
Only his shock kept him from screaming aloud. Kavar knew
he could have kept the debris at bay, he had felt the pressure lessen and knew that he could have stopped it. If only he hadn't let his fear paralyze him... he could have dodged the grenade, he could have flung it aside with the Force-
His thoughts were interrupted by movement among the bodies. A hand, still holding a blaster rifle, had flopped to the ground. Kavar suddenly realized that the soldier must have been the one who shot the Sith trooper, saving him.
; and he was the one who was supposed to save them
Kavar changed direction and sprinted back toward the walls to the downed soldier. He got to his side, thanking the Force that the man was still alive, and he hoisted him to his soldiers. "Sorry- sir." The man grunted. "I-"
"Don't talk," Kavar panted, feeling his throat catch with emotion. He struggled to carry him toward the city in the path of the retreated Republic troops. And as another blast hit one of the walls, turning them into dust and rubble, Kavar turned around and drew his breath in sharply. They were closer than he thought.
Shocktroopers were already past the walls, barely yards behind him and firing wildly into the line of retreating Republic troops. With no free arm to block incoming fire, Kavar had to drop to the ground after seeing one Sith soldier raise his blaster at the two of them. Before he could fire again, he was thrown off of his feet by Kavar's Force push.
Pulling the soldier to his feet again, Kavar dragged him back again. He noticed he was shaking again, but he fought the feeling off. The Sith troops were filling the dunes like ants, and he could see Republic troops dropping to the ground as the Sith trained their blaster cannons on the retreating mass.
He glanced up at the walls of the city, hoping desperately that the gunners would be able to hold back the Sith long enough. It was too much. Crawlers were already started to fire at the armaments mounted on the outside of the walls, and the other guns on the tops of the tan-colored Tatooine buildings were having their own difficulties from the Sith fighters harassing the city's defenses.
Kavar was shaking worse than ever. The shocktroopers advanced, bringing them closer and closer. Desperate, the Republic soldiers stopped and tried to push back the attackers from their position closer to the city. Kavar grabbed the soldier with one arm and pulled out his lightsaber, afraid that one of them would be struck down by a stray shot. Just a little bit closer, and they would be behind the second line of barricades....
But the Sith had deployed more than just ground troops. Kavar looked up with fear as he saw beams of red light ignite from within the crawlers, and a new wave of enemies jumped out into the fray.
Darth Kolraa, it seems, had sent his dark Jedi.
1 Year Before Present Time
"I can't do this."
"Yes, you can." his Master persisted. "You just have to conquer your fear."
But wasn't that the problem? Conquering his fears? Kavar could never let go of that fear that always paralyzed in the worst moments. Now, he looked up at the training droid that hovered over him, dueling blade held inches from his chest. If Master Astelear hadn't stopped the droid in mid-slash, he would have been dead....
"You let the heat of battle get to you. You have to concentrate-"
"How can I concentrate when I can't even swing a lightsaber correctly?" Kavar was frustrated, almost to the point where he wanted to kick something, anything. "I'm the least among any padawan when it comes to dueling; how do you expect me to fight against even a training droid?"
Kavar gazed at the ivy-colored walls of the Dantooine Enclave, wallowing in his own disappointment and anger. It was strange how, to any other person, those walls would be peaceful, full of life and history. Comforting, even.
But to him, they always seemed to be ominous and dark looking. It was if, every time he failed his Master, they looked down upon him with disdain.
"Again." His Master said quietly. The droid came to life, spinning its blade in an automated warm-up move and advanced on him. Kavar lifted his lightsaber quickly, caught off-guard and unprepared. As much as he tried to be optimistic, he knew he still couldn't beat the droid.
He was right - he still couldn't.
"Enjoying this, Jedi?"
Kavar went flying, landing on the sand flat on his back. The breath knocked out of him, he rolled over frantically and looked for the soldier he had been carrying. He too was on the ground, lying motionless. Thankfully, the dark Jedi ignored him.
Kavar gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet. The dark Jedi had the advantage, but Kavar was determined not to fail this time. He swung his lightsaber at him, but the Sith parried it and started a flurry of strikes from all directions.
Nearby, another dark Jedi had caught up with the retreating Republic troops, and without any other help, they were being slaughtered. Kavar watched as the dark Jedi cut them down one by one with his twin blades, as if it was sport. Hearing their cries for help, Kavar charged at his opponent. Anger rushing through Kavar, the tide of battle turned, and the dark Jedi found himself on the defensive.
Kavar brought his hand up and sent the dark Jedi flying with the Force, returning the favor. As the dark Jedi jumped to his feet, Kavar turned to the other soldiers and thanked the Force that only a few bodies were on the ground. The rest were still up, firing shots at the other dark Jedi who had split their group in half. It wouldn't be enough, though; the Sith was deflecting them with his two lightsabers with ease.
Gathering his force strength again, Kavar sent a blast of energy out toward the second Sith, and, with the element of surprise at his side, was satisfied to see him go hurtling through the air as well. Without hesitation, the Republic troops turned and riddled his body with blaster bolts.
In his moment of triumph, however, Kavar had forgotten the other dark Jedi. He barely had time to block a brutal slash aimed for his side before a fist crashed into his jaw. He fell backwards and leapt away from the Sith, trying to regain his balance before his combatant could reach him again.
For perhaps the tenth time during the battle, Kavar felt his Force senses come alive. He felt, rather than saw that bolt of energy that hit the dark Jedi mid-stride, and instinctively - seeing the injured soldier laying on the ground close by - flung the man away from the blast with the Force.
When the dust cleared, there was nothing left but a smoking crater in the ground. Kavar turned and nodded gratefully toward the Republic gunners operating the larger turbolasers at the wall; overkill, perhaps, but he had no complaint.
Unfortunately, the soldier he had flung to side probably had not fared well, and as Kavar knelt to the ground beside him, he realized that he had to get the man to a medic soon. He was already staining his uniform with the blood spewing out of his wounds from the shrapnel.
Picking him up again, he turned and ran toward the city. No longer worried about the Sith shocktroopers behind him, or about any dark Jedi that might catch him, he was only concerned about one thing: saving the only remnant left of the squad that had died because of his fear.
6 Months Before Present Time
"Why can't I fight this fear?" Kavar was back again, inside that same training room. There was no droid, but instead there was a large fully-grown boma, trained by the settlers to be a suitable opponent for Jedi padawans. While having been taught not to actually harm any Jedi - and even if it tried, it would be stopped by a Jedi nearby - it was also trained to be menacing, and act in such a way as to test an apprentice's courage.
It could be extremely
The boma retreated toward the corner with a treat from Master Astelear, and Kavar sat down on one of the benches. Sweat ran down his face, and he was trembling, partly out of heightened adrenaline, and partly out of fear. He dropped the small training staff he had been wielding and looked up at his Master.
"You will, one day. You just haven't been able find the strength, yet." Astelear looked at him kindly. Kavar was thankful again that his Master was at least patient with him when he failed.
"I don't think I ever will." He replied.
"Don't worry." His Master looked over at the Boma, deep in thought. "One day, you will. I sense great things in store for you."
"You mean, one day, I'll actually beat the training droid?"
His Master chuckled. "You'll do more than that." At a sign from him, the Boma crawled to its feet and approached again. "I feel it."
Resigned to his fate, Kavar got up again, and spun the staff a few times in his hands. He looked around the room at those same walls he had stared at so many times before, trying to calm himself - and failing, of course.
The walls still looked foreboding.
Try as they might, the Republic troops couldn't drive the Sith back. The crawlers were in range of the walls now, and the main body of the Republic forces was behind the defenses of the city, trying to regroup. The heavy Sith guns were pounding the walls and energy shields now, and they realized that it was only a matter of time before they broke through into the city.
Unless the fleet arrived soon, they would be slaughtered within the confines of the city. The few Republic cruisers in the Tatooine system might be able to keep the Sith strike fleet from unloading a bombardment on the city from space, but they would be crushed by the thousands of Sith troops that surrounded Bestine.
Outnumbered, they stood no chance. Not just in numbers of ground troops, but in Force-users; Kavar, and a Jedi Sentinel (a Twi-Lek who Kavar had only met briefly before the battle) that frequented the system of Tatooine to aid the moisture farmers, were the only adepts left to fight perhaps a hundred or so dark Jedi.
They would raze Bestine to the ground. And there was no one to stop them.